My Tea Has Gone Cold.
I looked outside my window every time
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you
Something to hold on to as with hope
My heart waited too long, I can't cope
I feel like a project topic without a scope
I wish to hold on to you while we elope
My tears dried and my strength failed
With lost hopes and burnt vision
My bed no longer look the same
As I dread sleeping every night
I want the day long, hoping to see you
My tea has gone cold, waiting for you
Oh! I waited and waited for you
There is little that my heart could take
My tea has gone cold, just by waiting for you
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
This is a really sad poem. Too sad for me to say anything, as it tells about me.
Wow. Good to know you can relate with it and understand every line. Good to have you here. Thank you.
Awnn and who could that be. You better come better be back soon😔
Hahahahaha. Thank you.
😊 you are welcome!
😊😁
Nice read
Thank you.